in Sarah’s nostrils. She stretched, looked over at Josh, who was already dressed and ready for work, and smiled.
“Good morning, lover.”
“Good morning. That must have been one hell of a dream you had last night.”
“What?”
“You woke up screaming in the middle of the night. You said you had a dream about that guy who just moved in across the street killing both of us?”
“That little skinny guy? I’d probably kick his ass.”
“You said he raped you and stabbed us both to death.”
“Wow. He must have really creeped me out the other day. I don’t remember any of that.”
Sarah looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It was seven thirty in the morning.
“Aren’t you late for work?”
“I’ve got a few minutes. I just wanted to make sure you were okay before I left.”
“I’m fine. Go ahead and get to work. I’ll let you know if the neighbor tries to break in and kill me.”
Sarah winked coyly and draped her arms around the back of Josh’s neck and gave him a light kiss on the lips.
“You sure you don’t want me to stay?”
“Not unless you’re going to spend the day fucking me. But honestly, I’m still sore from yesterday. I need a few hours to rest up.”
“You are incorrigible.”
“Maybe dreaming about the neighbor all night made me horny.”
“Dreaming about Santa Claus makes you horny.”
“He does look good in those big leather boots and he carries a whip.”
“You have problems.”
“And you have fifteen minutes to get to work.”
Josh bent over and kissed Sarah again.
“Good-bye, sweetheart.”
“Bye, lover.”
Sarah rolled back over and snuggled up against her pillow as she listened to Josh’s footfalls descend the stairs and walk out the front door. The door closed quietly with just a slight click and then the garage door rose as Josh pulled the SUV out of the garage. Sarah squeezed the pillow and a small red dot appeared on the pillowcase. She threw back her sheets and the indentation of her body was outlined with blood that had seeped up through the mattress.
“What the hell?”
Sarah climbed from the bed looking at the bloody mattress and pillow. Vague, dreamlike memories, nightmarish flashes of blood and meat and pain drifted intoher head, then fled almost as soon as they appeared, leaving terrifying afterimages and a horrible feeling of unease. Images of Josh with his throat cut open, the neighbor’s face grinning at her, her own breasts splattered with blood. Bile rose in her throat, burning her esophagus.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. What’s going on? What the hell is going on?”
Sarah ran into the bathroom and regurgitated into the toilet. The image of the neighbor fucking her blood-soaked breasts with his oily little cock invaded her mind and she vomited again and again until green stomach bile was the only thing that would come up. Sarah sat by the toilet, trying to catch her breath, the nightmares receding from memory. She stood up, walked into the bedroom, and began stripping the sheets from the bed.
The mattress looked like an abattoir. It was saturated in red. There was a small red puddle where she had lain. The blood had soaked through the sheets and stained the bottom of the comforter.
“What the hell?”
Sarah flipped the mattress, then took the sheets downstairs along with the stained comforter. Her hands shook and tears ran down her cheeks as she shoved them into the washing machine. She dumped a scoop of detergent into the machine, turned it on, and ran out of the room.
Scooping up her cell phone, she dialed Josh’s number. There was no answer. He must have already been on the casino floor. The voice mail picked up after six rings.
“Josh? I think something’s wrong with me. I’m bleeding. I mean…I think I am. There’s blood allover the mattress. I don’t think I’m on my period, but there’s blood everywhere. And I keep seeing pieces of that dream, that nightmare. It just feels so real…and…and all the blood.
“Good morning, lover.”
“Good morning. That must have been one hell of a dream you had last night.”
“What?”
“You woke up screaming in the middle of the night. You said you had a dream about that guy who just moved in across the street killing both of us?”
“That little skinny guy? I’d probably kick his ass.”
“You said he raped you and stabbed us both to death.”
“Wow. He must have really creeped me out the other day. I don’t remember any of that.”
Sarah looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It was seven thirty in the morning.
“Aren’t you late for work?”
“I’ve got a few minutes. I just wanted to make sure you were okay before I left.”
“I’m fine. Go ahead and get to work. I’ll let you know if the neighbor tries to break in and kill me.”
Sarah winked coyly and draped her arms around the back of Josh’s neck and gave him a light kiss on the lips.
“You sure you don’t want me to stay?”
“Not unless you’re going to spend the day fucking me. But honestly, I’m still sore from yesterday. I need a few hours to rest up.”
“You are incorrigible.”
“Maybe dreaming about the neighbor all night made me horny.”
“Dreaming about Santa Claus makes you horny.”
“He does look good in those big leather boots and he carries a whip.”
“You have problems.”
“And you have fifteen minutes to get to work.”
Josh bent over and kissed Sarah again.
“Good-bye, sweetheart.”
“Bye, lover.”
Sarah rolled back over and snuggled up against her pillow as she listened to Josh’s footfalls descend the stairs and walk out the front door. The door closed quietly with just a slight click and then the garage door rose as Josh pulled the SUV out of the garage. Sarah squeezed the pillow and a small red dot appeared on the pillowcase. She threw back her sheets and the indentation of her body was outlined with blood that had seeped up through the mattress.
“What the hell?”
Sarah climbed from the bed looking at the bloody mattress and pillow. Vague, dreamlike memories, nightmarish flashes of blood and meat and pain drifted intoher head, then fled almost as soon as they appeared, leaving terrifying afterimages and a horrible feeling of unease. Images of Josh with his throat cut open, the neighbor’s face grinning at her, her own breasts splattered with blood. Bile rose in her throat, burning her esophagus.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. What’s going on? What the hell is going on?”
Sarah ran into the bathroom and regurgitated into the toilet. The image of the neighbor fucking her blood-soaked breasts with his oily little cock invaded her mind and she vomited again and again until green stomach bile was the only thing that would come up. Sarah sat by the toilet, trying to catch her breath, the nightmares receding from memory. She stood up, walked into the bedroom, and began stripping the sheets from the bed.
The mattress looked like an abattoir. It was saturated in red. There was a small red puddle where she had lain. The blood had soaked through the sheets and stained the bottom of the comforter.
“What the hell?”
Sarah flipped the mattress, then took the sheets downstairs along with the stained comforter. Her hands shook and tears ran down her cheeks as she shoved them into the washing machine. She dumped a scoop of detergent into the machine, turned it on, and ran out of the room.
Scooping up her cell phone, she dialed Josh’s number. There was no answer. He must have already been on the casino floor. The voice mail picked up after six rings.
“Josh? I think something’s wrong with me. I’m bleeding. I mean…I think I am. There’s blood allover the mattress. I don’t think I’m on my period, but there’s blood everywhere. And I keep seeing pieces of that dream, that nightmare. It just feels so real…and…and all the blood.
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